White Barge Clear River

A spoonful of Jiangbaisu, a scroll of Kuhesu, and a bottle of syrup so sweet it's nauseating.
Stir the crucible, evaporate the moisture.
Drink down the pain, reap a new life.
In the lands of steampunk alchemy, demons run rampant, elements drift, heresy lurks.
Xia Zhou looks up to the Mage's Holy Place, immerses himself in studying toxins, forging his own path of magehood.
(This is not an invincible story. The invincible tag is system-generated and I can't remove it.)

My Rejuvenation Speed is A 'Little' Fast

The door of the alchemy room opened, the sound of the doorframe sliding on the rail brought Xia Zhou back from his contemplation.


He sat on his observation chair, moving his gaze toward the door.


Five interns, dressed just like him, walked into the alchemy room.


"Xia Zhou?" A female student with a ponytail walked up to Xia Zhou, asking in an uncertain tone.


Her hair was flaxen, with a wide forehead and a rather high hairline. She was wearing rose-tinted glasses with thick lenses, looking every bit the dedicated alchemy researcher.


"Er?" Xia Zhou was taken aback, feeling that she looked familiar, but couldn't recall where he'd seen her before, so he used the Detection Spell on her.


He had seen her in Starlight City in the Starry Night Kingdom.


Chapter 33 Difficulty of Wastage